And maybe the sun meant it when he told me to burn, and maybe he didnt mean to be the one to do it. May the stars fall around my grave as graciously as they watched me land there, may saturn kiss my name into their rings and love me as much as the universe loves life when nothing is watching. I have died before but nothing quiet this permanent, and I have prayed before but for the first time i am getting no answer. I am releasing, in the midst of nothing, the weakness of my dieties. My mother was right. There are forces beyond the darkness of any blackhole and terrifying power hiding behind every supernova.

Truly, praise be the gods we know, scary are the ones we do not.